Take the Initiative, the Best Cat in the World (Bonus Update)

First Technique: Warming the Channels and Activating Collaterals.

His palms carried the rumble of spring thunder, fingertips transforming into warm jade.

Second Technique: Kneading Sinews and Bones.

Three resonant clicks echoed from the Jianjing acupoint at her shoulders, his tiger’s mouth parting the boundaries, his fingers combing through Kunlun like waves.

Third Technique: Massaging the Governor Vessel.

A single line connected, a spirit snake tracing the spine; the triple burner settled, water and fire harmonizing on their own.

Fourth Technique…

Fifth Technique…

Once the 【Charm Bone Creation Fingers】 were unleashed,

the dynamics of control in the scene immediately reversed.

Xia Yiwei lay on the folding bed like a docile kitten, no longer daring to act out.

Lin Yu deliberately held back a few techniques, not using them to their fullest.

Even the ones he did employ were slightly altered on purpose.

After all,

this was merely the dream world.

If he were to unleash the 【Charm Bone Creation Fingers】 without restraint,

once they returned to reality,

it might inevitably arouse Xia Yiwei’s suspicion.

She was the first girl to make Lin Yu experience the "Rule Power" of the dream world.

Who knew?

In real life, she might possess some extraordinary perceptiveness.

Caution was paramount.

At this moment, Lin Yu was absolutely certain.

The nurse sister had already succumbed to his watered-down version of 【Charm Bone Creation Fingers】.

How could he be so sure?

Because with every subtle shift in his hand movements,

Xia Yiwei’s clothing would rapidly change in response.

Every outfit prepared on the folding bed had taken its turn on her body.

If her state of mind hadn’t shifted,

why would her outerwear display such a coquettish progression?

The only regret was,

Lin Yu could only feast his eyes—still powerless to take real action.

As the 【Charm Bone Creation Fingers】 continued their work…

"Buzz buzz!"

"Buzz buzz!"

"…"

The all-too-familiar humming noise rang in Lin Yu’s mind.

Xia Yiwei suddenly clutched his arm.

Lin Yu had been wondering why the collapse signal had appeared.

Feeling Xia Yiwei’s grip, he immediately understood.

This dream excursion wasn’t entirely fruitless.

At the very least, he had mapped out the nurse sister’s psychology—and contours.

As long as he altered the subconscious "sick patient" setting, breaching her defenses would be effortless.

When the white light flashed,

Lin Yu felt no reluctance or regret.

He knew full well… he would be back sooner or later!

...

At the same time,

in the shared bedroom of Xia Yiwei and Maomao.

Xia Yiwei’s eyes snapped open, her clenched hands slowly loosening.

"Hah…"

She exhaled deeply, her heart still restless.

So, it had all just been a dream.

Just as she began to relax—

"Click!"

The bedside lamp flicked on,

its light shining directly onto her face.

Xia Yiwei bolted upright: "!!!"

Damn it!

Maomao, wide awake beside her, sat with an utterly puzzled expression.

"Maomao, you… you’re still up? What time is it?"

Xia Yiwei spoke first, guilt lacing her voice.

During the dream, she had no idea if she’d muttered anything incriminating.

Nor did she know when Maomao had woken up—or how much she’d heard.

The most awkward part?

Just last night, she’d overheard Maomao murmuring "Lin Yu" in her sleep.

And now, she’d dreamed of him too.

Had she called his name as well?

With Maomao’s straightforward thinking, she’d surely assume Xia Yiwei had feelings for Lin Yu.

Wouldn’t that shatter their sisterly bond?

As for why Xia Yiwei had dreamed of Lin Yu…

It had to be because Maomao’s sleep-talking had stuck in her mind all day.

Thus, "thoughts by day, dreams by night"—simple as that.

Otherwise, why would she dream of him?

Under Maomao’s unblinking gaze, Xia Yiwei grew increasingly uneasy.

Finally,

Maomao spoke up innocently:

"Yiwei, I was asleep… but you grabbed me awake."

She extended her slender arm toward Xia Yiwei.

Under the lamplight, the chaotic red fingerprints stood out starkly.

Xia Yiwei: "!!!"

What have I done?

In the dream, she’d been clutching Lin Yu’s arm,

trying to hold back overwhelming sensations, begging him to "hold back."

Little did she know,

she’d been gripping Maomao the whole time!

"Sorry, Maomao! I didn’t mean to! Did I hurt you? Should we put some ointment on it?"

Xia Yiwei remembered squeezing hard.

The red marks now might soon bruise purple.

"It’s fine, Yiwei. Were you scared? Did you dream about riding a motorcycle?"

"After you grabbed me, I heard you saying ‘slow down, slow down’…"

"Was it another crash nightmare?"

Maomao’s eyes were pure as she studied Xia Yiwei.

Xia Yiwei couldn’t be more relieved.

Thank goodness it was Maomao who’d heard her.

Anyone else would never interpret "slow down" as motorcycle-related.

Maomao, the sweetest soul alive!

She’d definitely respect boundaries—no way she’d compete for "Little Lin Yu."

Xia Yiwei quickly played along:

"Exactly! I dreamed of my sister—she can’t ride but insisted on taking me."

"I was terrified, begging her to slow down the whole time."

"You know, after the crash, I’ve been a bit traumatized."

Maomao nodded understandingly, comforting her:

"Don’t worry, Yiwei. I’ll take good care of you."

"Your leg will heal soon. Just be careful next time you ride. Let’s go back to sleep."

Xia Yiwei was deeply moved—

and slightly guilty for the white lie.

...

With two dream sessions over,

Lin Yu had no intention of sleeping further.

By the time he emerged from Nurse Xia’s dream, dawn was breaking at 5 a.m.

The time agreed upon with Mao Ruirui was fast approaching.

Lin Yu got up straight away, washing and preparing swiftly.

This morning was the perfect opportunity to complete the 【Shared Interest】 soul trial with Mao Ruirui.

In Nurse Xia’s dream world,

Lin Yu had been shackled by "Rule Power."

But in reality,

wasn’t he the one wielding it?

This was especially evident with Sister Ruirui.

The frustration from the dream world—

he’d reclaim his confidence through a morning workout on the school track.

Meanwhile,

Mao Ruirui, already up as well,

slipped into the white tank top and black compression shorts she’d prepared.

These colors were no accident—she’d chosen them carefully.

...

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